Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
Joe lisa said, she wanted to forgive
and forget her pain.
I couldn't let her live,
she had to pay the price for trying.
She was living on the edge,
she never knew the floor was caving in.
You get what you give,
when every road is a past mistake.
They will never let you live,
when dying is all that they ever did.
Just spinning on the edge,
spinning on the edge of a life and death
But you learn to forgive,
when you're spinning on the edge of your life and death.
For centuries, she would be beguile
the whole world with her famous smile,
but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) -
well, only just a half.
Someone stole my face
and hung it in a bright room—
called it self-portrait.
And The Mona Lisa is tired - her canvas cracked from stares
A billion eyes dissect but no-one repairs
Her smile is a lie
Just a facade created to survive
They worship the fallacy but the woman's been lost.
Forgotten in history
her own identity to her remains a mystery
She had a voice once, a name, a life-
Now, she's only a sum of their expectations
Lost in becoming a true masterpiece
So polished that there's no personality.
I wonder if they soothe their imperfections with her crafted beauty
Perfectly imperfect though hidden behind reflected beliefs
Even if I scream they'll only hear silence.
Even if I change they'll frame me the same.
They will never see me as me,
Because I'm their Mona Lisa
And it doesn't matter what I want to be.
If there is an intriguing smile!
Why unravel a mystery
that can disfigure pure beauty?
Lisa had never lived alone, she did not know what to expect.
I am scared, she admitted, alert and self-circumspect.
She left her fiancé’ and his baggage, of which there was a lot.
Moved away to Wisconsin, arrived at two o’clock on the dot.
Had taken a risk and landed in a wonderful place for her.
Now has new friends who are the same age, who know the cure.
They get together for dinners, luncheons, potlucks and other stuff.
She advises single living to everyone, there is no longer anger or huff.
Her story she wished to repaint
With each step, she refined a stroke
Striving to create a perfect picture
An abstract, where every feeling is captured.
In her old portrait
Black was dominant and vibrant
Seeping into every corner of her canvas
Even surpassing the edges.
The paintings of her soul
She sought to redo
Crafting a masterpiece
With an entirely different theme.
Her old self she would reflect
But this time, her portrait would be named
Like the great painting of Mona Lisa
Every inch of her, glorified.
Do years pass quickly, not the beautiful memories
stuck in the mind more than in the fond heart?
When will I hug my Lisa and delight her with kisses?
When can this dream be real, letting joys start?
I haven't spread petals of roses on my cold bed,
or bought a bottle champagne as I intended;
there is no presence of her: the strong fragrance
was the only reason to start a new romance!
Why settled with some woman with tempting lips,
who doesn't consider my feelings, but surely digs
fun, excitement and pleasure until I wear myself out?
Let pleasures come, forgetting that Lisa is my delight!
Will ever come a day I'll know complete happiness?
Being used has never been ideal, devotion is divine
and blessed by God; who wants to feel restlessness?
Lord, I have gone astray and drank too much wine!
When will I hug Lisa and make her my darling?
She longs for faithfulness, I long for devotion;
we both want good things, the best of everything:
let God bless us, so we can be happy and move on!
She is another man's property
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego, Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered, a demure lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her, my
alter ego, 'til my last breath
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she, coequal.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
A smile, so deep like midnight sleep
There's secret hidden in her peep
A painted face of mystery
Crafted in guise of mastery
Even the ancients did not know
The meaning in her mystic glow
Her amber spark, like deep sea gold
Harbors a depth that was untold
There's something in her dark-brown hair
That casts a soft glow in the air
But there's a thought that is worthwhile
Even her two eyes wear a smile
The real color of her skin
Gives every mind a swirling spin
The beauty cloaked in mystery
Baffled the minds of history
5th place
1256 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: November 11, 2023, PST
1st place
Any poem poetry contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: November 15, 2023, PST
fainting
painting
11/7/23
If she does not look pretty you can forget your pay
Leonardo watched the patron keenly that day
She had better not look corpulent, make her look thin.
da Vinci knew now what a pickle he was in.
Wherever he looks her gaze follows his every step
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